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Before reading this chapter, re-read the last post from where Nicole arrives at the office. I wasn’t happy with the way the last part flowed. I hope you enjoy the updated version.
And beneath the jealousy, beneath the pain, there was something darker. A terrible, aching arousal I didn’t want to name. My cock was still hard—aching, straining against my pants. Watching them… it turned me on in a way that shamed me. The way her body pressed into his, the way her lips gave themselves to him so willingly—like this wasn’t a mistake but a choice. A surrender. A craving.
I hated myself for how badly I wanted her in that moment… even as she kissed another man.
Jeff broke the kiss with a satisfied growl, biting lightly at her lower lip as he pulled away. Nicole's eyes fluttered open, dazed and filled with a strange, dangerous light. Her mouth was wet, lips swollen from the kiss, and when she turned her head and looked at me—really looked at me—I could see the guilt, yes…
But also the fire.
Something in us had shifted, and there was no pretending we hadn’t crossed a line we could never uncross.
Jeff turned to her with a wicked smile, then gently guided Nicole by the waist toward Travis’s desk. She moved without resistance, her body still unsteady from the orgasm he’d just pulled from her. Her eyes flicked between the two of us—something in them soft and raw—and then she let herself be laid back across the desk, her blonde hair fanning out over the paperwork I had been working on only an hour earlier.
“I’m not done tasting you,” Jeff murmured, hovering over her, his voice dark and deliberate. “Not even close.”
He kissed her again—deeply, possessively—just inches from where I sat, frozen. Nicole gasped softly into his mouth, her lips parting without hesitation, her hands instinctively rising to rest against his chest. Her legs shifted, knees bending, thighs parting around him as though her body had made the decision for her.
The intimacy of it hit me harder than I was prepared for.
I could see the movement of her chest, rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her lips—flushed and wet from Jeff’s kiss—moved with his. His hands roamed confidently, one cupping her breast, the other resting against her thigh, possessive and casual all at once. She was his canvas now, and he was painting her in full view of me, stroke by stroke.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down the side of her neck, lingering there with slow, open-mouthed kisses. Then to her collarbone, and lower still—down to her breasts. His tongue flicked across one hardened nipple, then the other, sucking lightly as Nicole gasped, her back arching off the desk. Her fingers gripped the edge near her head, knuckles white.
I felt like I was outside of myself. My skin burned. My heart pounded like it wanted out of my chest. And beneath it all… my cock was still aching, stiff and straining, despite the ache in my stomach and the tightness in my throat.
Nicole turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine through a haze of arousal and shame.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, barely audible—but I heard it. Felt it.
And then Jeff’s mouth was lower, kissing across her belly, inch by inch. She shivered, her legs shifting wider, welcoming him. Her hips trembled as his lips neared her center again—this time from the front, this time slower, with the full intent to claim her.
A long, low moan escaped her lips as his mouth reached her—her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering closed, her body opening for him completely. Her fingers reached toward him without thought, tangled in his hair as he made her feel things I never had.
And I watched, breathless, jealous, painfully hard and helpless—knowing that every moan from her lips was a line crossed, every tremble another piece of her given over.
And still, I couldn’t look away.
Jeff took his time—painfully, deliberately. His mouth hovered just close enough to her center to make her writhe, but never quite where she needed him. His tongue traced slow, maddening circles around her folds, flicking against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, kissing the crease where her hip met her groin, but never touching her clit.
Nicole whimpered, her hips shifting in small, desperate movements as she tried to guide his mouth to where she wanted it. Needed it.
But Jeff just chuckled against her skin, his breath warm and taunting. “Not yet,” he murmured, placing a teasing kiss just beside her slit. “You’re going to ask for it, sweetheart.”
She gasped, frustration and need flooding her voice. “Jeff… please…”
“Please, what?” he asked, glancing up at her, lips wet, fingers slowly sliding along her trembling thighs. “You know what to call me.”
Nicole’s hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Her head rolled to the side, her eyes finding mine—glassy, helpless, burning with shame and longing. She was trembling, every muscle in her body taut with need. I’d never seen her like this. Not even close.
She turned back to him, her voice cracking. “Please, Daddy… I need it. I need you to make me come.”
Jeff gave her one more smug smile—then finally, finally lowered his mouth.
His tongue found her clit in a smooth, practiced stroke, and Nicole cried out as if he’d touched something electric. Her hips lifted off the desk involuntarily, her thighs squeezing around his head as her body reacted with helpless urgency.
My chest tightened at the sound. I had made her come before—many times—but never like this. Never with that raw desperation. Never with her voice that high, that frantic. Never with her begging.
She wasn't just aroused. She was unraveling.
“Please—don’t stop—oh my God, Daddy, please—”
The words gutted me. Humiliated me. Aroused me.
I sat there, watching her lose herself to him. Her body arching, legs trembling, moans spilling from her lips like confessions she didn’t even mean to say. Watching another man make her fall apart while I could only sit, hard and helpless, on the sidelines of our own marriage.
And I knew—this was changing something deep inside both of us. Maybe forever.
Jeff didn’t look up, his voice rough and commanding as it came from between Nicole’s thighs. “Travis,” he said, casually but with weight, “hold your wife’s legs back for me.”
My heart stopped.
For a moment, everything in the room froze—the sounds of her breathless moans, the slick rhythm of Jeff’s fingers, the distant hum of the city behind the glass. I stared at her. At Nicole. Her head was tilted back, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, her eyes glazed over with pleasure she hadn’t even tried to resist. Her legs trembled, spread wide, vulnerable, needing more.
And then I looked at Jeff, his face buried in her, his hands working her expertly—one stroking deep inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her twitch, the other lingering lower, teasing the opening he had already claimed earlier. He was in control. Of her. Of me. Of everything.
I should’ve said no.
I should’ve stood up, pulled her off that desk, told him to get the hell out of my life.
Instead, I reached forward.
My hands were trembling as I slid them under her knees, lifting and pulling her legs back gently, folding her open. Her skin was warm, smooth, trembling under my touch. She let out a choked gasp as I moved her for him—offering her up more fully, holding her in place while Jeff’s mouth and fingers worked her.
I was helping him.
Helping my boss. Helping the man who had humiliated me for months, who had taken liberties with my wife I hadn’t even dared to ask for, who now licked and touched her like he owned her.
And she was loving it.
Nicole moaned louder now, her body tightening under the pressure of his tongue on her clit, his fingers working her g-spot in steady rhythm, his thumb grazing teasingly over the sensitive rim of her ass. She was shaking uncontrollably, breath hitching with every flick of his tongue.
“Travis,” she gasped, her voice raw, desperate, “don’t let go. Please—please, I’m so close.”
I tightened my grip, holding her knees firm, keeping her open for him.
The shame clawed at my chest. My throat burned. My erection throbbed in my pants, traitorous and undeniable.
I was a part of this now—not just watching, but assisting. I was the reason Jeff had better access. The reason my wife’s body was so perfectly displayed. So helpless. So exposed.
And despite every voice in my head screaming at me, I stayed where I was. I held her open. I gave her to him.
And I couldn’t look away.
Nicole’s voice was barely coherent now, strung tight between moans and breathless gasps, each word tumbling out of her like it was all she had left to give.
“Travis—please—I’m gonna—I can’t hold it—don’t let go—oh my God, please—”
I held tighter, my grip on the back of her knees firm as her entire body arched off the desk. Her thighs trembled violently in my hands, her hips jerking with every flick of Jeff’s tongue, every deep curl of his fingers inside her. Her voice cracked as the orgasm surged through her, a strangled cry breaking from her lips, her body twisting with raw, primal release.
I’d never seen her like this. Never heard those sounds from her mouth. It was as if something inside her had finally broken free—and I had helped break it.
Then Jeff slowed, pulling his mouth away, his hand sliding from between her legs. I was still holding her open, panting, my palms slick with sweat. Nicole lay back on the desk, chest heaving, lips parted, eyes wide and glassy. She was shaking from head to toe.
I didn’t notice it at first—the shifting motion of Jeff standing. Not until I looked up.
His pants were down.
And there it was.
His cock—thick, heavy, and hard—stood inches from Nicole’s glistening folds, the tip already wet with precum, glistening with her slick. My heart stopped.
I was still holding her open for him.
Nicole saw it too. Her eyes widened as she looked down the length of her body, saw what was right there, hovering at her entrance. She didn’t say anything—but I saw the shiver run through her. And at the exact same moment, I felt it ripple through me too.
That shared, stunned breath. That realization.
He could do it.
Right now. Right in front of me.
My grip faltered for half a second, but I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. My hands remained on her thighs, trembling as Jeff reached down and guided the head of his cock to her entrance.
He pressed it forward—just enough to part her lips. Just enough to feel the heat of her sex embrace him.
He didn’t enter. But he could have.
Nicole whimpered, her whole body tensing again. I could see it in her eyes—fear, anticipation, hunger. She was right there, just like me, holding her breath.
Jeff let out a low, guttural sound, then pulled back, the head of his cock gliding wetly over her folds before lifting away entirely. He looked down at her, then at me, smirking.
“You’re not ready for that yet,” he said, voice calm, almost amused. “Not yet, sweetheart.”
Nicole let out a shaky breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. And so did I.
I released her legs slowly, my hands numb, arms weak. My mind a blur of panic, relief… and the shameful, aching arousal that hadn’t faded.
He could have.
Jeff stepped away from the desk slowly, nonchalantly—as if nothing had just happened, as if he hadn’t just brought my wife to the edge of being taken in front of me. He grabbed my chair—the one I had sat in every day for years with a sense of control and authority—and casually plopped himself into it.
It groaned under his weight.
He leaned back with a sigh, then reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The fabric bunched awkwardly before giving way, revealing his thick, hairy chest and round, soft stomach. The sight of it made my stomach twist, partly from disgust, partly from the jarring contrast of dominance he carried so effortlessly in that moment.
Nicole, still catching her breath from the desk, stood on trembling legs. She was still flushed, glistening, her body humming with the residue of orgasm and tension. She looked at Jeff. No words were spoken.
Her eyes dropped.
Right to his cock.
Still rock hard. Still heavy and glistening at the tip from having been so close to entering her. Her lips parted slightly, a sharp inhale betraying her thoughts.
She didn’t look at me.
Jeff saw it. Of course he did. His smirk returned, and he shifted lazily in the chair, spreading his legs wide, cock resting proudly between his thighs.
“Well?” he said, his voice low and coaxing. “You just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna come thank me properly?”
Nicole didn’t move at first—but her breathing deepened. Then, slowly, she stepped forward. Her knees lowered to the floor, and in seconds, she was between his legs again. The same place she’d been just one week ago.
Jeff looked down at her, then tilted his head toward me.
“Remember this, Travis?” he asked. “Last week. Right here. Your pretty wife on her knees for me.”
I couldn’t look away. The image was seared into my memory already—and now it was repeating, like some slow, agonizing loop of humiliation and arousal I couldn't escape.
Jeff’s fingers brushed Nicole’s hair back from her face. “Tell him, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Tell Travis what you’ve been thinking about ever since.”
Nicole swallowed hard. Her voice was soft, shaky, but clear.
“I’ve been thinking about this. About you… in my mouth.”
A wave of heat surged through my chest, my stomach tightening painfully. I hated the words. I hated how much they turned me on. I hated that she wasn’t lying.
She had been thinking about it. About him.
And I knew then: I wasn’t losing her. I was watching her give herself away.
Piece by piece. And I couldn't stop it.
Jeff tilted his head, still lounging back in my chair like he owned the entire room—hell, like he owned both of us. His hand rested casually on Nicole’s head as she knelt between his legs, her eyes wide and eager, lips parted just inches from the tip of his cock. The sight burned itself into my mind—again. And still, I couldn't look away.
He stared down at her, his voice low, coaxing. “Tell me, sweetheart… why’d you really come by Travis’s office today?”
Nicole looked up at him, her expression soft, submissive, her lips glistening from where she’d licked them nervously. Her eyes flicked to me for a split second, then settled back on Jeff as she answered, her voice barely more than a breath:
“To see you, Daddy.”
The words landed like a hammer.
She said them so easily. So naturally. Like they’d been waiting on her tongue. And it wasn’t just that she said it—it was the way she meant it. The warmth in her voice. The surrender.
My throat tightened. My stomach turned over. I felt like I was fading into the background of my own life.
Jeff’s smile spread, slow and victorious. He leaned forward slightly, brushing a thumb across her cheek.
“Good girl.”
Then, with a quiet, reverent breath, Nicole leaned forward and took him in. Just the tip at first, her lips closing around the massive head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft sound escaping from her throat—a hum of pleasure, of familiarity.
I watched, frozen, my pulse pounding in my ears.
She began to move, sliding slowly down, then back up, her rhythm steady, lips slick with saliva. Jeff sighed contentedly, hand resting on her head, fingers curling gently into her hair, guiding her pace.
“Look at her, Travis,” he murmured without even glancing at me. “So eager. So fucking obedient now. And you know why?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
“It’s because she knows who’s in charge now,” he said, his voice a little firmer. “She’s learning who gives her what she really needs. You let me in, Travis. You opened the door.”
Nicole moaned softly around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, making Jeff’s hips shift slightly. He exhaled, then looked down at her with an almost affectionate grin.
“She’s not just doing this for me,” he said, meeting my gaze now, piercing. “She’s doing it for you. Because she knows it breaks you. Because part of her loves that you can’t stop watching.”
I clenched my fists, my body aching with a storm of jealousy and shame and heat I didn’t want to name. Every movement of her mouth on him sent another jolt through my chest. Another reminder that I had lost control—and maybe, deep down, that I’d let it happen.
And still, I stayed. Still, I watched.
Still… I wanted more.
Jeff’s fingers curled deeper into Nicole’s hair as her head bobbed slowly between his thighs, each motion fluid and obedient. Her lips glided over his length with a practiced hunger, her hands resting delicately on his thighs, like she knew exactly where she belonged now. She didn’t even hesitate. She didn’t need to be told anymore.
He watched her for a moment, the satisfaction on his face unmistakable, then looked at me—his eyes narrowing slightly, like he was checking to see how far he’d taken us. And how much farther he could go.
“See this, Travis?” he said coolly, his voice heavy with that same cruel calm he always used when asserting authority in the office. “This is what true obedience looks like. This is what it means to give in. She’s not hesitating. She’s not thinking. She’s just doing exactly what she knows she’s supposed to do.”
Nicole moaned softly in response, her pace increasing, her lips gliding further down his shaft now, throat flexing as she pushed herself to take more of him. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, a look of near-bliss on her face. She wasn’t doing it just to please him.
She was doing it because she wanted to.
“Such a good girl,” Jeff murmured, brushing his thumb along her cheek as she sucked him. “So fucking trainable.”
My gut twisted, humiliation and arousal crashing together in a way that made it hard to breathe. I had never spoken to Nicole like that—never dared. Never touched her with the same ruthless command that Jeff now did so effortlessly.
He tapped her chin. “Eyes up.”
She obeyed instantly, looking up at him through her lashes with those wet, adoring eyes. He smiled. Then his eyes shifted to me again.
“You like seeing this, don’t you?” he asked. “You like seeing her follow my commands.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because I did. That was the shameful truth. I hated it—and I craved it.
“She’s yours, right?” Jeff went on, mocking. “But she listens to me. She calls me Daddy. And you—” He chuckled softly, “—you just sit there. Hard. Helpless.”
Nicole moaned again, louder this time, her pace becoming more intense, more desperate. Like his words were feeding her just as much as they were cutting into me. Her hand slipped between her thighs, touching herself as she worked him with her mouth.
Jeff exhaled sharply, his hand tightening in her hair. “You want me to come in her mouth again, Travis? You want to watch that moment—when she takes it all and swallows every drop like a good little whore?”
Nicole whimpered, clearly right on the edge. She didn’t stop. If anything, she moved faster, her fingers between her legs making wet sounds that filled the room.
“She’ll do it,” Jeff said, almost tenderly. “Because I told her to. And you’ll watch. Because you need to.”
And I realized—he was right. Nicole was his in that moment.
And I was just the witness. The audience. The husband who gave up control… and couldn’t stop wanting more.
Jeff shifted in the chair, spreading his legs wider, his cock slick with Nicole’s saliva, standing proudly between them. He leaned back, resting his thick arms on the sides of the chair, his chest rising and falling with slow, satisfied breaths. The authority radiating off him was suffocating—complete, unchallenged, and absolutely intentional.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and casual like he was asking her to fetch him a coffee. “Take care of my balls.”
Nicole didn’t hesitate. She let his cock slip from her lips with a wet gasp and lowered her mouth, nuzzling beneath him, her tongue flicking out to taste him there. Her hands moved with instinctive grace—one cupping him gently, the other bracing herself as she adjusted lower between his legs.
She kissed them first, soft and slow, then began to lick and bathe them with her tongue. Her motions were worshipful, sensual, completely surrendered. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her arousal continued to pour off her in waves. The sight was utterly obscene—and achingly erotic.
Jeff groaned softly. “Good girl. You love this, don’t you?”
Nicole moaned in response, her lips closing around one of his balls, her tongue swirling gently, making Jeff’s head tip back slightly in pleasure.
Then his eyes opened—and landed on me.
“Travis.”
I froze. My hands were on my knees, fists clenched, my phone still sitting face-down beside me on the desk.
“Pick up your phone,” he said. Calm. Firm. Unquestionable.
My chest tightened.
“Go ahead. Record this. You want to remember it, don’t you? Your wife. On her knees. My balls in her mouth. This is your life now. Might as well document it.”
I hesitated. Every instinct screamed that this was too far—that recording it was a line we hadn’t even imagined crossing. But my fingers moved anyway, almost involuntarily. I reached for the phone.
Nicole didn’t stop. She didn’t even look up.
I tapped the screen. The camera came to life, and there she was, centered in the frame—her blonde hair draped over Jeff’s thick thighs, her mouth wet and eager as she licked and sucked him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She had no shame left in this moment. No hesitation. She belonged to it.
Jeff glanced at the screen. “Make sure you get everything. The way she uses her mouth. The way she moans for me.”
I swallowed hard, silent, my thumb hovering over the record button.
And then I pressed it.
Because I had already given in.
And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop.
Nicole’s head moved with fluid devotion, her hand stroking Jeff’s thick shaft slowly while her tongue traced over his heavy balls, wetting them with long, eager licks. Her moans were soft, almost reverent, vibrating against his skin as she worked him. Her other hand gripped his thigh for balance, her lips occasionally pressing kisses against the sensitive skin beneath, her pace unhurried but hungry. She was completely lost in him.
Jeff groaned, his chest rising with a deep inhale, eyes briefly fluttering closed. Then, slowly, he opened them—and looked straight at me.
“So, Travis,” he said, like he was continuing a casual conversation. “Ever have her rim you?”
The question hit like a slap.
My lips parted, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. The silence was its own admission.
Jeff let out a low laugh—amused, cruel, and utterly self-assured. “Didn’t think so.”
He shifted in the chair, spreading his legs even wider, then slowly leaned back further, planting his feet flat on the floor and pulling his knees up slightly. It was a vulgar, unmistakable gesture.
Nicole paused for half a second, glancing up at him, then at me. Her lips were slick, her cheeks flushed, her breathing quick and shallow. But she didn’t look confused.
She knew exactly what he wanted.
She didn’t ask for confirmation. Didn’t hesitate. Her gaze dropped again and she repositioned herself lower, one hand bracing on his thigh, the other still stroking his cock slowly as she lowered her mouth beneath him.
She kissed the crease of his thigh, then his balls again, slower this time. Then, her tongue slipped lower, tracing past the base, teasing the edge of what he’d just offered her.
Jeff groaned again, louder now, his voice thick with pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Be a good little slut for Daddy.”
Nicole moaned softly, and I saw it—that flicker of something dark and euphoric in her eyes. She was completely under his control now. Not just physically. Not just sexually.
Psychologically.
Emotionally.
I sat there holding my phone, recording my wife willingly worship the most private part of another man’s body—something she’d never even considered doing for me. And I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.
I could only watch.
And feel that same tortured ache swell inside me—equal parts jealousy, humiliation… and something else I still couldn’t bring myself to name.
Because whatever this was…
It wasn’t just happening to me anymore.
It was something I was part of. Something I had allowed. Something I wanted.
Even if it broke me.
I sat frozen, barely breathing, as Nicole lowered herself further between Jeff’s legs, her lips brushing lower, her tongue sliding over skin I never imagined she’d touch—especially not like this. Her mouth moved with care at first, tentative flicks, small licks, but then she moaned.
That sound—muffled, needy, intimate—hit me like a freight train.
My wife was on her knees, licking Jeff’s ass, stroking his cock with one hand, lost in the act of pleasuring him in a way she had never even come close to doing for me. I felt something inside me twist—tight and sharp, like shame wrapped in barbed wire. My hands trembled slightly as I kept holding the phone, capturing every second of it.
Every wet sound, every moan she made, every satisfied groan from Jeff burned itself into my memory.
I had never seen her like this. Not just the act itself—though that was staggering—but the eagerness. The submission. The way she gave herself over to it with no hesitation. No embarrassment. Just the singular need to please him.
She looked like she wanted to worship him.
And I hated it.
I hated that she was showing him a version of herself I’d never seen. I hated that he brought it out of her. That his control over her, over me, was so complete now I couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and mine began.
But still, I watched.
And I was painfully, horribly hard.
Jeff groaned again, loud and pleased, his hand sliding down to rest on the back of her head, not forcing—just there. As if to remind her who she belonged to in this moment. And maybe to remind me too.
“Goddamn,” he murmured, his voice thick and slow. “She’s good, isn’t she, Travis? You ever imagine your wife like this? Tongue deep in another man’s ass while she strokes his cock like it’s the only thing that matters?”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. My throat was dry, my chest tight.
I had imagined things, sure. Fantasies. Scenarios. But nothing like this. Nothing this raw. This real.
He chuckled at my silence, watching me over the swell of his stomach, his cock throbbing in Nicole’s hand as she continued to work him. Her tongue was steady now, tracing him with confidence, her moans vibrating against him. She was gone in it. Completely absorbed in the act of giving, of surrendering.
“She loves this,” Jeff said. “And deep down… you do too.”
I looked at her—my wife, on her knees, doing something I never even dared to ask of her—and I felt something in me crack. Something I couldn’t deny any longer.
He was right.
I did love it.
Even if it broke me. Even if I hated him for it.
Even if I never got that part of her back.
Jeff’s hand stayed on the back of Nicole’s head, not pressing, not forcing—just resting there like a crown. Like he was reminding her, and me, who owned the moment. Who owned her, right now.
Nicole’s tongue continued its obscene worship, her hand still stroking him with slow, reverent focus. She moaned softly again, the sound vibrating through her throat and into his body, and Jeff let out another deep groan, his hips shifting slightly forward, offering her more. Demanding more.
And she gave it—gladly.
“Good girl,” Jeff murmured, his voice low and filled with authority. “I knew you were filthy. Didn’t take much to bring it out of you, did it?”
Nicole’s reply was a whimper, muffled, but unmistakably eager. Her body moved in sync with his rhythm now, completely lost in pleasing him.
He turned his eyes on me again, locking me in place with that gaze. “You just sat there and watched it all happen, Travis. Didn’t stop her. Didn’t stop me. You gave her to me.”
My stomach churned. He wasn’t wrong. And the worst part wasn’t just the humiliation—it was how hard I still was, how tight my chest felt not from pain, but from the twisted arousal that had never let go of me since this began.
Jeff smirked, seeing the storm on my face. “You know what I think?” he continued. “I think she’s been waiting for this. For someone to take control. And you… you’ve been waiting too.”
I didn’t answer. What could I say? My wife’s moans filled the room, her movements only growing bolder, her mouth now trailing back to his balls before she licked upward along his shaft again, as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
Jeff brushed her hair from her face, holding her cheek for a second. Then, gently, firmly, he tilted her face up toward him.
“Look at your husband,” he said.
She hesitated, then slowly turned her head, her flushed face and wet mouth framed by the shine of submission. Her eyes found mine—and for a moment, something flickered there. Shame. Guilt. A plea for understanding. But it was layered under something deeper.
Desire.
Jeff leaned forward slightly, his voice now in her ear but loud enough for me to hear.
“Tell him what you are now.”
Nicole blinked, her breath catching. Her lips parted.
“I’m yours, Daddy,” she whispered. “You make me do things I never dreamed of. And I love it.”
Jeff looked at me again, letting the words hang there, heavy and final.
“She's yours on paper,” he said with a smirk. “But this—this side of her? That belongs to me now.”
And as much as I wanted to deny it—part of me believed it too.
Jeff sat up slightly in my chair, his thick hand cradling the back of Nicole’s head, fingers curling into her hair with quiet control. She remained on her knees before him, flushed and breathing heavily, her lips still glistening from everything she had done.
He looked down at her with that same dominating smirk, the one that seemed to strip away everything we had before this started.
“Let’s see how much of me you can take,” he said, voice low, almost gentle—but every word soaked in command. “Show your husband what that pretty throat is really for.”
Nicole blinked up at him, her breath catching slightly. I saw the hesitation. The flicker of nerves. But I also saw the way her body responded to his words—the way her hand wrapped more firmly around his shaft, how her knees shifted closer as she straightened her spine, preparing herself.
And then she opened her mouth.
She started slow, taking him past her lips, gradually inching down. I watched as her jaw stretched, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage. Her brow furrowed in concentration, her body straining gently as she pushed herself farther than she had a week ago.
I could see her throat working. I could hear her breathing through her nose, controlled and steady. I watched her pause, then push down farther, her body swallowing him inch by inch.
And I just sat there.
My hands were frozen, gripping my phone like it had grown roots. My mouth was dry, and my heart felt like it was trying to break its way out of my chest. I’d never seen her like this—never watched her give so much of herself over. Not to me. Never with this level of determination… or surrender.
She gagged quietly, pulling back just a little, eyes watering—but she didn’t stop. She looked up at him, needing approval. Jeff met her gaze and nodded, murmuring a quiet “That’s it, good girl,” that made her moan softly against him before trying again.
I didn’t know what emotion won out in me at that moment. Was it shame? Was it jealousy? Or the aching desire that came with watching her do something she’d never done for me—something I’d fantasized about more times than I could count?
All I knew was that she was doing it for him. And I was watching.
And somewhere inside that burning storm of betrayal and arousal… I wanted to see how far she’d go.
Jeff's hand, once cradling Nicole’s head with casual command, tightened slightly in her hair. Not yanking. Not violent. But enough to make a clear statement—you’re mine now, keep going.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low but with steel beneath it. “I know you can take more.”
And she tried.
She inhaled, gathered herself, and sank down farther, inch by inch. Jeff didn’t wait. He pressed forward slightly, guiding her deeper. Her throat tightened around him, her shoulders stiffening—and for a moment, I almost stood. My heart leapt into my throat, watching her gag quietly, her eyes watering again.
“Careful,” I muttered under my breath, instinct flaring in my chest. “That’s—”
But then I saw it.
Her hand. Between her legs.
Fingers moving. Rubbing slow, tight circles against her clit. She wasn’t just enduring it. She was getting off on it.
My stomach flipped.
Jeff looked at me as if he’d heard my concern, even though I hadn’t finished the sentence. He grinned wide, cruel and victorious.
“Don’t worry, Trav. She’s loving every second of it,” he said, panting lightly, watching her movements. “Didn’t think she had it in her, huh?”
I stared in disbelief as Nicole pressed herself deeper again, moaning softly around him. Her fingers moved faster now, her other hand clenching against his thigh for balance. Her body was caught in a rhythm—his cock down her throat, her hand between her legs, her moans vibrating through him with every desperate exhale.
Jeff looked down at her, voice darker now, more possessive. “That’s it. That’s my good little slut. You’re addicted to it now, aren’t you?”
Nicole whimpered around him in response, her whole body trembling—not from fear, but from need. From pleasure.
And I just sat there, jaw clenched, chest aching, hard as stone, watching my wife disappear further into something I had never been able to reach in her.
Jeff didn’t stop. His grip on her hair held steady as he worked her pace, his hips moving ever so slightly, his dominance absolute. He wasn’t just taking control of her body.
He was taking control of both of us.
And I knew—with a sick, burning ache in my chest—that neither of us had the power to stop him.
Jeff’s voice came out rough now—low, gravelly, and thick with pleasure—as his hand tightened slightly in Nicole’s hair, guiding her with more urgency.
“Fuck, your pretty married mouth feels so good,” he groaned, grinning down at her like he’d already won the war. “So soft. So fucking eager.”
Nicole didn’t pull away. She didn’t even flinch. She let him take control, let him guide the rhythm, her body pliant and willing as he moved her head faster, up and down his shaft. Her lips stretched over him, her throat working as she adjusted to each stroke, letting him use her mouth the way he wanted.
Her hand dropped from between her legs and wrapped around the base of his cock, moving in sync with her mouth—stroking what she couldn’t fit, making sure he felt every inch of her attention. Her moans were soft and steady now, humming around him as she took everything he gave her.
Jeff’s head dropped back slightly, a grunt escaping his throat as he picked up the pace. His thighs tensed under her hands, his body beginning to shake with the tension of approaching release.
“You hear that, Travis?” he growled, breath catching. “She knows. She feels it. I'm about to come—and she’s not going anywhere.”
Nicole moaned louder in response, the sound soaked in surrender, in hunger.
“She’s been dreaming about this all week,” he went on, breath ragged. “And I’ve been saving it. Saving every drop since last weekend… for this moment.”
That line hit me like a wave.
He’d been waiting for this. Planning it. Holding it back.
And Nicole… she was letting him. Welcoming it. Her eyes were closed, her mouth full, her hand working him fast and tight, desperate to wring that release from him. Like it was her reward.
Like it was mine to witness.
My stomach churned as the moment crested, as Jeff’s groans grew louder, his grip on her hair tightening, his thighs shaking with effort.
And still, she didn’t stop. She just let him take what he’d been holding for her. What I never thought I’d watch another man give my wife.
Jeff’s body jerked as the first wave hit him. His groan was deep, guttural, almost feral, echoing through the office like a victory cry. Nicole’s mouth was wrapped around him as the first pulse hit her tongue—and then another, and another—hot, thick, overwhelming.
She tried. God, she tried to take it all. Her throat worked frantically as she swallowed, her hand stroking him fast, desperate to keep pace. But there was too much. His release had been building for days, and it poured out of him in heavy, unstoppable bursts.
Her eyes widened as her mouth filled faster than she could swallow. She gasped, pulling back slightly, lips parting—and that’s when the next spurt landed, thick and hot, right on her chin and lower lip. She blinked up at him, dazed, breathless.
Then another.
This time across her cheek and nose.
And the final one—slower, messier—splashed across her lips and just beneath her eye.
Nicole’s face was a canvas of him now. Her lips glistened, her cheeks streaked, her chin wet. She sat back slightly on her heels, chest heaving, one hand still wrapped loosely around his shaft as it twitched and pulsed, coated with the last remnants of his orgasm.
Jeff looked down at her with a satisfied growl, breath ragged, his stomach rising and falling beneath the sweat on his chest.
And I—
I couldn’t breathe.
I was burning with something so intense I didn’t know if it was humiliation or hunger. My body was tense, my cock painfully hard in my pants, throbbing with every pulse I had just witnessed.
I should’ve looked away.
But I didn’t.
Nicole tilted her head slightly, her breath catching as a drop slid from her lip down to her chin. She glanced up at me—face flushed, lips parted, completely marked. Claimed. Her eyes weren’t filled with shame.
They were shining.
And I realized, with a kind of dizzying clarity, that this moment—this exact, raw, unfiltered moment—was now a part of us.
And I’d never forget it.